MO3 was born Melvin Noble in 1992. His rap debut came in the form of his 2014 mixtape, Shottaz. On the strength of that effort, he developed a local following and inked a deal with his idol, rapper Boosie Badazz. The sequel to his debut, Shottaz Reloaded, arrived at the close of 2015. The album featured "Hold Ya Tongue," which went on to become a moderate hit for MO3, notching nearly two million streaming views in the year after its release. Reloaded hit number 14 on the Billboard Rap chart, climbing to number two on the Heatseekers chart. His follow-up, 4 Indictments, appeared in late 2016 and topped the Heatseekers chart early the following year. He also issued the Gangsta Love, Pt. 1 mixtape in 2017.
Badazz MO3MO3's 2018 project Shottaz 3.0 would include one of his biggest hits yet, the cautionary "Errybody," which also racked up millions in streaming numbers. The next year found MO3 mainly releasing singles, including the Aaliyah-sampling "No Feelings" and the stormy "Too Much Pride." In February 2020, he teamed with storied Louisiana rapper Boosie Badazz for the collaborative mixtape Badazz MO3. The project quickly entered the Billboard 200 chart at number 136.
Noble was shot and killed on November 11, 2020. While being pursued by another vehicle as he was driving on Interstate 35 in Dallas, he crashed on the side of the road and attempted to flee on foot before an unidentified gunman shot him in the back of the head.
Mob
Mo3 Lyrics
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(Yxng Stov)
Ayy, we cutthroat around here, nigga
(Real cutthroat, nigga)
You might wanna move around (Better move)
Look
O-Okay, this that drop (Huh?)
Make him famous with this Glock (Huh?)
Put his picture at the top (Boom)
Yelling, "Fuck 'em, I got guap" (Ho)
Big old knots (Racks) , run or get dropped
She wanna fuck (Huh?) , we in the spot
Big old racks, I count 'em out
Like one (One) two (Two, nigga)
Three (Three) four (Huh? Four)
Five sticks, here they go (Grah, grah, grah)
And I put six in the head, seven days a week
I get that dough (Huh? Huh? Ho)
I poured an eight down in my Fanta
I was tired of pouring fours
(Eight, mud, mud)
He said he gangster, but I
Looked him in his eyes
Seen he ain't 'bout it (Huh? What? Ho)
MO3 throw that oop
I dunk his ass just like I'm Dwight Howard
(Grah) and I might be new to this rap game
But I ain't new to these streets
(Huh? No, no)
Let a nigga try me, put him six feet, yeah
He going deep (What? Six feet, deep)
And I'm authentic as they come
223's comin' out this drum
(What? Boom, boom, boom)
MO3 calls me, tells me that he need you gone
I get it done (Huh? Woah)
Yeah, I come up out them trenches, bitch
I'm really from the slums (What? Mob, mob)
And boy, I put it on my son
We ain't doin' one-on-ones (Nah, mob, mob)
Niggas say I ain't gon' slide
Boy, on my mama, i'ma slide
(Huh? Slide, slide)
I'ma have your mama, baby, grandma, sister
Brother cryin' (Damn, huh? They cryin')
I drank that Henny, turned me up, boy
That shit turned me to a dog (Huh? Dog, dog)
And, boy, I filled this
Backwood up with zaza, it's fat like a log
(Huh? Foo)
One (One) two (Two, nigga)
Three (Three) four (Huh? Four)
Five sticks, here they go (Grah, grah, grah)
And I put six in the head, seven days a week
I get that dough (Huh? Huh? Ho)
I poured an eight down in my Fanta
I was tired of pouring fours
(Eight, mud, mud, MO-motherfuckin'-3)
Big old chopper strap off in my joggers
(What?) , who protectin' 3? My bodyguard
(yeah) , oh
You don't see this bitch? This F&N on me
(Baow) lil' bro got bodies
(What?) , he don't show his face
Young nigga barely speak (yeah)
Foogiano (What?) pull up semi-auto (yeah) , that's on M-O-B (Gang)
223 (gang) , will chop down a tree (Tree) , Lil P push his top back (Top back)
Big bankroll (Roll) , AP match my teeth
(Teeth) , VV's, yeah, i copped that (Bling)
Fly ho (Ho) , big old booty freak
(Freak) , fuck her, she come right back
Got good throat, damn near took my soul
(yeah) , Foo, she need to stop that (Gang)
One (One) two (Two, nigga)
Three (Three) four (Huh? Four)
Five sticks, here they go (Grah, grah, grah)
And I put six in the head, seven days a week
I get that dough (Huh? Huh? Ho)
I poured an eight down in my Fanta
I was tired of pouring fours
Mo3's song "Mob" is a gritty and violent track that glorifies gang lifestyle and criminal activities. The lyrics talk about the life of a cutthroat gangster who is always on the lookout for his next victim. The song features Yxng Stov and begins with a warning to anyone who would cross these gang members. It's clear that they are quick to pull out their weapons and shoot anyone who poses a threat to them.
Throughout the song, Mo3 and Yxng Stov boast about their wealth and the power that comes with it. They claim to have "big old knots," which means large amounts of cash, and they use this money to intimidate others. They also detail their love for drugs and alcohol, with Mo3 mentioning that he poured "an eight down in my Fanta" and Yxng Stov talking about drinking Henny. In addition, the song includes references to a variety of weapons, including sticks, Glocks, and choppers, which underscores the gang members' willingness to use violence to protect their territory.
Line by Line Meaning
Mob, mob, ho gang (Mob, nigga)
We are a ruthless gang of criminals and we move in a mob.
Ayy, we cutthroat around here, nigga
We are uncompromising and ruthless in our approach to everything around us.
You might wanna move around (Better move)
If you are not one of us or cannot keep up with us, you should probably leave or stay out of our way.
O-Okay, this that drop (Huh?)
This is the time we make a move and aggressively attack our targets.
Not that re-rock, he want clout (Nah)
This is not just for show or to gain popularity, but rather we are serious about what we are doing.
Make him famous with this Glock (Huh?)
Our guns are powerful enough to kill and make headlines at the same time.
Put his picture at the top (Boom)
We will post images of our victims or targets at the top of our kill list or social media.
Yelling, "Fuck 'em, I got guap" (Ho)
Money is all that matters to us, and anyone who gets in our way will be eliminated.
Big old knots (Racks) , run or get dropped
We have a lot of money and will not hesitate to hurt or kill anyone who tries to stand in our way.
She wanna fuck (Huh?) , we in the spot
Women are always around us and we can have access to them anytime we want.
Big old racks, I count 'em out
We have a lot of money and are not afraid to flaunt it in front of others.
Like one (One) two (Two, nigga)
We are counting the number of bullets we have in our guns before we attack our targets.
Three (Three) four (Huh? Four)
We make sure that we have enough bullets to kill our targets or anyone who gets in our way.
Five sticks, here they go (Grah, grah, grah)
We pull the trigger on our guns and the bullets start flying.
And I put six in the head, seven days a week
We shoot our targets in the head and do it every day of the week.
I get that dough (Huh? Huh? Ho)
We are always making money and will do whatever it takes to get it.
I poured an eight down in my Fanta
We mix codeine (an addictive drug) with Fanta (soft drink) to make a concoction that is highly intoxicating.
He said he gangster, but I
Someone is claiming to be tough or a part of a gang, but we are skeptical.
Looked him in his eyes
We are observing our target closely and trying to assess their true nature.
Seen he ain't 'bout it (Huh? What? Ho)
We have determined that our target is not actually as tough or ruthless as they claim to be.
MO3 throw that oop
MO3 (one of the gang members) makes a call or gives a signal for us to attack.
I dunk his ass just like I'm Dwight Howard (Grah)
We attack our target with force and suddenly, just like a basketball player, MO3 "dunks" on him.
But I ain't new to these streets
We have been on the streets for a long time and know all the tricks and dangers that are out there.
Let a nigga try me, put him six feet, yeah
Anyone who tries to mess with us will end up being killed and buried six feet under the ground.
He going deep (What? Six feet, deep)
The person we killed will be buried very deeply, so nobody can find the body.
And I'm authentic as they come
We are real and genuine in our actions and approach to life.
223's comin' out this drum (What? Boom, boom, boom)
We have very powerful guns that make loud noises when fired (boom, boom, boom).
MO3 calls me, tells me that he need you gone
MO3 contacts us to take care of someone else (kill, hurt, rob, etc.).
I get it done (Huh? Woah)
We are always successful in whatever task is assigned to us by the gang bosses or leaders.
We ain't doin' one-on-ones (Nah, mob, mob)
We are not interested in having a fair fight with anyone, as we prefer to gang up and attack our targets in a group.
Niggas say I ain't gon' slide
Some people doubt our ability to follow through on our threats or plans.
Boy, on my mama, i'ma slide (Huh? Slide, slide)
We will make sure to carry out our attack or plan, no matter what anyone else thinks.
I'ma have your mama, baby, grandma, sister
We will make the families of our victims suffer by killing or hurting their loved ones.
Brother cryin' (Damn, huh? They cryin')
We do not care about the emotions of anyone we target, as we know that it will only make us stronger and more feared.
I drank that Henny, turned me up, boy
We drink Henny (Hennessy, a type of alcohol) to get us hyped up and more aggressive before our attacks.
That shit turned me to a dog (Huh? Dog, dog)
The alcohol makes us act more like animals or dogs, who are predatory and violent in nature.
And, boy, I filled this Backwood up with zaza, it's fat like a log (Huh? Foo)
We use a lot of marijuana (zaza) to help us relax and prepare for our attacks.
Big old chopper strap off in my joggers
We carry our guns in our pants (joggers) and can pull them out quickly if we need to.
Who protectin' 3? My bodyguard (yeah), oh
We have someone to protect MO3 (the gang member) and ensure his safety at all times.
You don't see this bitch? This F&N on me (Baow)
We carry a powerful gun (an F&N) that we can use to attack anyone who poses a threat to us or our gang members.
Lil' bro got bodies (What?), he don't show his face
One of our gang members (Lil' bro) has killed many people, but keeps his identity hidden.
Foogiano (What?) pull up semi-auto (yeah), that's on M-O-B (Gang)
Another gang member (Foogiano) arrives with a semi-automatic gun, and we all shout out our gang's name (M-O-B) to show our unity.
223 (gang), will chop down a tree (Tree), Lil P push his top back (Top back)
We have a type of gun (223) that can destroy anything in its path, and we use it to attack and kill our targets (chop down a tree). Lil P, another gang member, shoots someone in the head.
Big bankroll (Roll), AP match my teeth
We have a lot of money and it shows in the amount we carry around, as well as the expensive watch that matches our gold teeth (AP watch).
VV's, yeah, i copped that (Bling)
We buy expensive jewelry (VV's, which stands for VVS diamonds) to show off our wealth and status.
Fly ho (Ho), big old booty freak (Freak), fuck her, she come right back
We have women (fly ho) around us all the time, and we can have sex with them (fuck her) and still expect them to come back to us (she come right back).
Got good throat, damn near took my soul (yeah), Foo, she need to stop that (Gang)
One of the women sucks our dick (good throat) so well that it feels like our soul is leaving our body. We shout out to the gang (Foo), telling her that she needs to stop doing that (which is likely a metaphor for becoming too invested in romantic or sexual relationships that could cause drama within the gang).
One (One) two (Two, nigga)
We are counting the number of bullets we have in our guns before we attack our targets.
Three (Three) four (Huh? Four)
We make sure that we have enough bullets to kill our targets or anyone who gets in our way.
Five sticks, here they go (Grah, grah, grah)
We pull the trigger on our guns and the bullets start flying.
And I put six in the head, seven days a week
We shoot our targets in the head and do it every day of the week.
I get that dough (Huh? Huh? Ho)
We are always making money and will do whatever it takes to get it.
I poured an eight down in my Fanta
We mix codeine (an addictive drug) with Fanta (soft drink) to make a concoction that is highly intoxicating.
I was tired of pouring fours
We no longer find the effects of codeine mixed with Fanta to be strong enough, so we now use eight ounces of codeine instead of four to get a stronger high.
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Written by: KWAME KHALIL BROWN, MELVIN A NOBLE, ROBERT EARL III STOVALL
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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